It was all very messy and dirty. But they both enjoyed it thoroughly.As the night passed, they both slept naked on each other. They woke up naked on t...p of each other in the morning and remembered nothing about the night before. They were quite surprised on seeing each other naked and that too in bed together.So they both woke up, hung up and confused and dazed with no memories of anything. It was quite awkward, but Shaila quickly got up, went to the shower, took a bath, and left for college. I reached for Terry’s right hand and placed it on my left thigh. He gave me a quick glance and then began to slowly stroke my thigh through the pantyhose. “I’m sick of all this pathetic bitching.” I said. “lets do something about it.”I spread my legs a bit wider and allowed Terry’s hand to begin working it’s way up my thigh. Terry was busy caressing my inner thigh and working up the courage to move on to my “clitty” tucked neatly inside my pantyhose covered panties. I took Jeff’s right hand. Only one engine, with a big rumbling sound. And it was funny. It sounded like it kept going back and forth. It would get loud for a moment, and then kinda make a diving sound, and then sound like it was flying low and straight, then it would get loud like climbing, and then ... it kept doing that over and over, Graydon. What was that? It was a big rumbling engine. It sounded powerful. Not far away, maybe a mile or two?Wonderful! Oh, Marilee! You’ve nailed it! That was a powerful, single-engine. Guess what? Silence is imposed, it is her man and she pretends that she is alone at the moment. Her husband is calling to know how things are going, how has been the day and things like that which she replies that she was tired of her feet, blaming her shoes. She says that her feet are aching a lot and only he can make her feel better. At the same time, she is talking to her loved husband she is stroking the other guy’s cock, how slut is she? A lot! In a scale of 10, she would be 10, a one.